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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358037" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Vi'lits</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.<br>We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer she wants one awful keen <br>'Igh words, about 'igh-toned idears - an', like a love-sick fool, 'Ere I'm pickin' gipsy vl'llts when the kid come 'ome frum school.<br>'E started school a month ago, an' ain't got very far;<br>But, judgin' be the scraps 'e 'as, 'e's takin' after Par.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I tips there's somethin' wrong, the way 'e sneaks around the 'ouse.<br>An' then I seen 'is eye. Oh, strike! 'E 'ad a bonzer mouse!<br>A reel black-eye, that, in me day, I would 'a' worn wiv pride.<br>But I'm a father now, an' sez, ''Ere, son, you git inside<br>An' show yer mother that there eye. 'Ow did it come about?'<br>Sez 'e, 'A big bloke gimme that. I knocked the beggar out!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looks fer 'arf a second at the fambily disgrace,<br>Then I picks another vi'lit so 'e couldn't see me face.<br>I wus grinnin' most unfatherlike, an' feelin' good inside.<br>'You show yer Mar that eye uv yours. I'm 'shamed uv you!' I lied.<br>I watch 'im creep inside the 'ouse, an' 'ear 'is mother's yell.<br>An' then I straightens up me face an' goes inside as well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Twus raw beef-steak an' vinegar, an' tears, before she's done.<br>An' the sort uv look she gimme sez, 'Yeh see 'ow 'e's begun!'<br>I don't disturb the rites excep' to give some kind advice.<br>In younger days I've caught black-eyes, an' give 'em once or twice.<br>'That big boy should be punished,' sez Doreen, ''oo 'it our Bill.'<br>I pats the 'ero's bandages, an' answers 'er, ''E will.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>That ev'nin', down be'ind the shed, near where the scrub grows dense,<br>I gives young Bill a lesson in the art uv self-defence.<br>I teaches 'im an uppercut that Ginger Mick tort me<br>In ole days, down in Spadger's Lane. I gits down on me knee<br>To show 'im 'ow to time 'is 'it. 'E sneaks beneath me guard<br>Quite sudden, while I'm yappin', an' 'e cracks me one reel 'ard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Did it please me? Wot do you think? Strike! That kid 'as got the knack!<br>An' it pleased me all to pieces 'ow the ole game all came back:<br>Left-swings an' jolts an' short-arm jabs - the 'ole dash box uv tricks,<br>Sich as we used down in the Lane when we wus short uv bricks.<br>I'm showin' 'im a fancy 'it, a reel ole ding-dong clout,<br>When the murderin' young savage tries to knock me front teeth out!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Uv course, 'e 'urt 'is little 'and, an' fetches out a yell<br>That brings Doreen down double quick. An' then - it wus merry 'ell.<br>She grabs the kid up in 'er arms, an' gives me sich a look<br>As I ain't seen since years ago, when I done - somethin' crook.<br>'You'll 'ave 'im like you wus!' she cries. 'I'd sooner see 'im dead!<br>You want to make'im . . . ' 'Don't,' I sez. 'We'll take the rest as said.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It 'urt to see 'er shieldin' 'im as tho' I wus a plague.<br>An' ain't 'e mine as much as 'ers ? Yet, I seen, sort o' vague,<br>The woman's way she looked at it, the picters that she 'ad<br>Uv young Bill goin' to the pack, an' follerin' 'is dad.<br>I tries me 'ardest to ixplain, an' made some fool ixcuse;<br>But I'm marri'd to a woman, an' - Aw, wot's the flamin' use ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I tells 'er if we'd 'ave young Bill keep up 'is end at school<br>'E will 'ave to use 'is flippers; but I sez it like a fool.<br>I sez it like I wus ashamed to 'ave 'im learn to fight,<br>When all the time, down in me 'cart, I knoo that I wus right.<br>She just gives me another look, an' goes in wiv the kid.<br>An' me? I picks them vi'lits up, not knowin' wot I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I 'as them fool things in me 'and when I lobs in the 'ouse,<br>An' makes bets wiv meself about the chances that she'll rouse.<br>But 'er, she comes the calm an' cold. Think's I, ''Ere's where I fall<br>Fer a forty-quid pianner, if I want to square it all,<br>Goo'-bye to forty lovely quid - time-paymint, fifty-three -<br>Then all at once she smiles an' sez, 'Did you pick those fer me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Did you pick those fer me,' she sez. 'Oh, Bill!' 'an then, 'Oh, Bill!'<br>I 'ints I 'ad idears to leave 'em to 'er in me will.<br>She grabs them dilly vi'lits, an' she 'olds 'em to 'er nose.<br>'Oh, Bill!' she smiles, 'You alwus knoo 'ow fond I wus uv those!<br>Oh, Bill! You dear!' She 'ugs me then, jist in the same ole way.<br>'Struth! I'm marri'd to a woman, an' . . . I'll learn young Bill some day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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